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By chris Date: 2006 Jan 16 Comment on this Work [[2006.01.16.11.37.22820]] |
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the wind today blows sand and dust and clouds the watermelon mountains and closer to the river the old santa fe shops collect rust and the cars on the interstate speed by going who knows where but in a caffeinated rush all the same to get there our time is about movement and space one place to another the roads are rivers that run on through the night by the afternoon the sun has burned most everything away little else is true and the roads are rivers that run on through the night there are no distances not filled by you |